Gafoo's Blog

Fresh from my winnings downtown at the blackjack tables, I get on the cellphone and get Alyssa on the phone and tell her of my victory. I quickly round everyone up to get the party started for the evening. After relocating the liquor and food to Nacho’s room, we get started and make a stiff rum and coke. I continue to have them and soon I am starting to feel and notice that my hands are moving slower and slower.
I told Nacho that unless we want to be dealing with rotten meat, we need to cook the hamburgers that have been in our ice chests for 2 days. He cooks and cooks and we still end up a couple of patties that no one is willing to eat since we have chowing down burgers all night and part of last night. So I rember in the relocation that the stairwell would be the perfect place to get rid of the burgers (somehow made sense to me, or perhaps I just thought it would be funny). There is a small center to the spiral staircase that if one dropped the patty just right, it would fall 18 stories to the floor and out of our lives forever to rot at the bottom. It was a great idea in my inebriated state and I almost would have done, if not for my better half telling that nevermind it was stupid idea, there were fucking camera’s everywhere that would catch me in the act. So the logic settles into the haze that is my mind and I decide that Alyssa is right. To thank her, I got to pat her on the back…This where the fun begins.
Now, I swear on my whole life that I believed that I pat her on the back. I remember my hand hitting her back, albeit, a tad harder than I thought it would. After consulting with lyssa however, she convinced me that it wasn’t her back and was, infact, her head that I hit; in the middle of her taking a drink, which caused her to get her rum and coke all over her face and sweater. So to thank me for this, she proceeded pour the remains of her drink all over me.
I was stupified. I knew I hit her a little hard but I didn’t think it was nearly hard enough for her to warrant dumping a drink all over me. I found out from her and every other witness in the room that I had, in fact, hit her in the head while she was taking a drink. Upon finding this out and wanting to make up for it, I decided that the only recourse I had was to dump my own drink all over myself. Then I poured another drink and, of course not wanting to fuck up the carpet in Nacho’s room, went to the bathroom and poured this drink all over my head while it hung over the bath tub. As I glanced to the left, I noticed a bunch of grease floating in the toilet and found it quite odd. Maybe Nacho and Linda can explain that one for me.
Anyway, I continued to drink and the rest of the night became quite a blur. Alyssa tells me that I got into Nacho’s closet. I fell down alot and of course said a lot of stupid shit along the way. If you ask me what that stupid shit was, I honestly couldn’t tell you. I was really out of it. I finally stopped drinking long enough to get soberish (but Alyssa didn’t) and we decided to take a leisurely stroll down the strip….
More to come